Here's a little bit about me:
Here's me hoping I don't get my head blown off by a sniper Here's my new French buddy Antoine and me(i got the moustache)
Here's me and my squad in our trench(I'm in front, shaved the 'stache)
Here's me leading a charge at the Somme(This is where i was wounded)
This is what a losers helmet looks like Here's me and some of my friends back home before we shipped out for France
Here's my trusty Lee Enfield, (standard issue)
That's right, i used one of these bad boys A little bit about me:
My name is Brant Caradoc and I am part of the Blackwatch guard, 1st division, 2nd squad. I am squad leader. I have no family outside my parents and siblings. My squad and I are going to destroy those bloody Germans! You wanna know who I hate? GERMANS! And AUSTRIA-HUNGARIANS! They can't even decide who they are for goodness sakes! Austria or Hungaria! Pick one! I signed up for this war with a few of my friends in the few days after the assassination of the archduke. Just as many people did because everybody knew someting was bound to happen. I had no idea what I was getting myself into though. If you read these following entries, you will be reading part of my life, which i don't know yet. Hope i live through once this war is underway.
July 2, 1916: We were all thinking this would be an easy win when our boys in the back had battered those bloody Germans to pieces after five days of continuous barrage of our best artillery pieces, some say they let loose around 250,000 rounds a day. We were wrong. Ever so wrong were we. Very, very wrong. This war is hell. It scares the hell out of me and my many companions. I think we lost half the bloody army. I heard an officier say that we had lost around 60,000 men. Thats one bloody day! Not an entire battle! A freaking day! One day! I have lost so many friends in this bloody war and our stupid officers won't stop sending us over the top! Let's see them fight this bloody war! Why do I even still fight? I wish i had had an answer to that. My men have no morale, and neither do I. After hearing the screams of our dying friends for an entire day, how could anyone have morale? Have you ever seen a grown man cry? Do you know how affecting that is on a soul? I've seen the manliest men on the planet cry today. Here I am trying to save my friend Harry, he didn't make it. Thesebrave menare about to run to their death because of our idiotic leaders. I can't believe this stuff, I mean...sorry, please excuse me, i must go over the top. This will probably be the last time you hear from me. Good bye. May god sit on our shoulders while we run for dear life.
July 5, 1916: I guess I should thank God for letting me live through that terrible slaughter, I should also thank him for being wounded right as I stood up to lead the charge against the germans. I am currently back in a hospital somewhere in France, I think its somewhere near Paris, i'm not sure, but what I am sure of is that this place smells of death. This smell of death could tear the paint off the walls. It is ridiculus, it is almost as if the doctors don't care that much about the dead. The dead sit in an overflowing morgue, and its still cleared daily, I guess I shouldn't say anything about the nurses and doctors. They have taken good care of me, but they are greatly overwhelmed, I guess i'm really just mad at the Germans for putting so many great men in here. You would be amazed by how many people are in this little hospital, I guess I should tell you about the injury though. Once I stood up to lead the charge against those bloody Germans a sniper was prepared, he must have had bad aim because he hit me in the leg, knocking me back into the trench and out of the fight. I had heard later that he had good aim because that that same sniper, some legend over there known for his mercilessness, had killed an incredible amount of men. I hope I get to bring about revenge to that heartless beast. Shall God strike that terrible man down. Good bye for now.
September 5, 1917:
Sorry i haven't had time to get on in over a year. War keeps a man busy, which makes it hard to do tasks that need not be done. But anyway, I am at the second battle of the Marne. The first battle for this piece of land we held them and we hope to do so again, but with less friendly casualties. There is a massive man build up on both sides of the line. I hope for the best not only for my men but for my country, but i fear that many men on our side will die no matter what. Thats what always happens in this idiotic war. Looking back now, this war could have been easily avoided, but our "leaders" wanted to show off their man power, and technological improvements in the weapons we use. I wish this never happened. I have seen to many good men die, and die absolutely terrible deaths. War is evil, no scratch that, man is evil. Without the evil greed of our leaders we would have completely avoided this crap. Now since the whistle of death was blown, I must go see many men die, that is if I dont die myself first. This is insane. the officers could careless about our health and safety, they claim they are "following orders" well screw the orders. With what i have been through I hope to die once i go over the top. I am a dead man on the inside now anyways, why not die physically? War is no more than hell on earth. Good bye readers. I will probably not be back... ever.
September 27, 1917:
The German offensive has been held off. We had heavy loses but held the Marne river area. This is a huge victory because of where it is and what it has done for the morale for MOST of the army. We held the bloody Germans, but at what cost you may ask? The cost of the rest of my squad besides Alfie, and he has been pulled form the line for being mentally unstable. You know what made him unstable? Seeing his best friends die for 3 whole years! My heart has turned cold. I no longer have emotion besides anger and depression. I no longer have any sense of joy in my life. I no longer have anything to fight for, no friends anymore, parents are old, what is there to fight for? NOTHING! This bloody war needs to end. This war happened for no freaking reason! So an heir to the throne got shot, why should the world suffer?! This to me is no longer the great war, but the terrible, agonizing war of murder. Why do I fight? Why don't I end it right here right now in this trench at the hand of my own? Is it worth it? I have no clue. The army would just send a letter to my parents saying I was a war hero and did my duty. Would they cry? Doubt it, they haven't heard from me in over 3 years. Oh, you want to see the rest of my squad? Look right here! Yeah, thats them. All of them! Gone! All gone! No longer by my side! I've known these guys since I was the age of a school boy. Good bye my fellow comrades. I will always miss you men. You guys were my family. Now I might as well have none. My parents will no longer understand me. I am not the same person any longer. Good bye my readers, thank you for reading my story. It is over now. I am being relived, due to the heavy loses of my squads. I am the lone survivor so I am allowed to go home. I have no home. This is my home this trench. But they are making me go, to nothing. Good bye once again, for the last, final time.
Propaganda Article:
This propaganda poster is obviously aimed at getting recruits, and more than likely colonists of Britain. It uses patriotic appeals to get younger men to join the military, by its catchy slogan about the lions. This poster would be very convincing to a young man in a British colony because it shows that Britain cares about her colonies and would defend them if they helped to defend her.
Here's a little bit about me:
Here's me hoping I don't get my head blown off by a sniper
Here's my new French buddy Antoine and me(i got the moustache)
Here's me and my squad in our trench(I'm in front, shaved the 'stache)
Here's me leading a charge at the Somme(This is where i was wounded)
This is what a losers helmet looks like
Here's me and some of my friends back home before we shipped out for France
Here's my trusty Lee Enfield, (standard issue)
That's right, i used one of these bad boys
A little bit about me:
My name is Brant Caradoc and I am part of the Blackwatch guard, 1st division, 2nd squad. I am squad leader. I have no family outside my parents and siblings. My squad and I are going to destroy those bloody Germans! You wanna know who I hate? GERMANS! And AUSTRIA-HUNGARIANS! They can't even decide who they are for goodness sakes! Austria or Hungaria! Pick one! I signed up for this war with a few of my friends in the few days after the assassination of the archduke. Just as many people did because everybody knew someting was bound to happen. I had no idea what I was getting myself into though. If you read these following entries, you will be reading part of my life, which i don't know yet. Hope i live through once this war is underway.
July 2, 1916:
We were all thinking this would be an easy win when our boys in the back had battered those bloody Germans to pieces after five days of continuous barrage of our best artillery pieces, some say they let loose around 250,000 rounds a day. We were wrong. Ever so wrong were we. Very, very wrong. This war is hell. It scares the hell out of me and my many companions. I think we lost half the bloody army. I heard an officier say that we had lost around 60,000 men. Thats one bloody day! Not an entire battle! A freaking day! One day! I have lost so many friends in this bloody war and our stupid officers won't stop sending us over the top! Let's see them fight this bloody war! Why do I even still fight? I wish i had had an answer to that. My men have no morale, and neither do I. After hearing the screams of our dying friends for an entire day, how could anyone have morale? Have you ever seen a grown man cry? Do you know how affecting that is on a soul? I've seen the manliest men on the planet cry today. Here I am trying to save my friend Harry, he didn't make it. These brave menare about to run to their death because of our idiotic leaders. I can't believe this stuff, I mean...sorry, please excuse me, i must go over the top. This will probably be the last time you hear from me. Good bye. May god sit on our shoulders while we run for dear life.
July 5, 1916:
I guess I should thank God for letting me live through that terrible slaughter, I should also thank him for being wounded right as I stood up to lead the charge against the germans. I am currently back in a hospital somewhere in France, I think its somewhere near Paris, i'm not sure, but what I am sure of is that this place smells of death. This smell of death could tear the paint off the walls. It is ridiculus, it is almost as if the doctors don't care that much about the dead. The dead sit in an overflowing morgue, and its still cleared daily, I guess I shouldn't say anything about the nurses and doctors. They have taken good care of me, but they are greatly overwhelmed, I guess i'm really just mad at the Germans for putting so many great men in here. You would be amazed by how many people are in this little hospital, I guess I should tell you about the injury though. Once I stood up to lead the charge against those bloody Germans a sniper was prepared, he must have had bad aim because he hit me in the leg, knocking me back into the trench and out of the fight. I had heard later that he had good aim because that that same sniper, some legend over there known for his mercilessness, had killed an incredible amount of men. I hope I get to bring about revenge to that heartless beast. Shall God strike that terrible man down. Good bye for now.
September 5, 1917:
Sorry i haven't had time to get on in over a year. War keeps a man busy, which makes it hard to do tasks that need not be done. But anyway, I am at the second battle of the Marne. The first battle for this piece of land we held them and we hope to do so again, but with less friendly casualties. There is a massive man build up on both sides of the line. I hope for the best not only for my men but for my country, but i fear that many men on our side will die no matter what. Thats what always happens in this idiotic war. Looking back now, this war could have been easily avoided, but our "leaders" wanted to show off their man power, and technological improvements in the weapons we use. I wish this never happened. I have seen to many good men die, and die absolutely terrible deaths. War is evil, no scratch that, man is evil. Without the evil greed of our leaders we would have completely avoided this crap. Now since the whistle of death was blown, I must go see many men die, that is if I dont die myself first. This is insane. the officers could careless about our health and safety, they claim they are "following orders" well screw the orders. With what i have been through I hope to die once i go over the top. I am a dead man on the inside now anyways, why not die physically? War is no more than hell on earth. Good bye readers. I will probably not be back... ever.
September 27, 1917:
The German offensive has been held off. We had heavy loses but held the Marne river area. This is a huge victory because of where it is and what it has done for the morale for MOST of the army. We held the bloody Germans, but at what cost you may ask? The cost of the rest of my squad besides Alfie, and he has been pulled form the line for being mentally unstable. You know what made him unstable? Seeing his best friends die for 3 whole years! My heart has turned cold. I no longer have emotion besides anger and depression. I no longer have any sense of joy in my life. I no longer have anything to fight for, no friends anymore, parents are old, what is there to fight for? NOTHING! This bloody war needs to end. This war happened for no freaking reason! So an heir to the throne got shot, why should the world suffer?! This to me is no longer the great war, but the terrible, agonizing war of murder. Why do I fight? Why don't I end it right here right now in this trench at the hand of my own? Is it worth it? I have no clue. The army would just send a letter to my parents saying I was a war hero and did my duty. Would they cry? Doubt it, they haven't heard from me in over 3 years. Oh, you want to see the rest of my squad? Look right here! Yeah, thats them. All of them! Gone! All gone! No longer by my side! I've known these guys since I was the age of a school boy. Good bye my fellow comrades. I will always miss you men. You guys were my family. Now I might as well have none. My parents will no longer understand me. I am not the same person any longer. Good bye my readers, thank you for reading my story. It is over now. I am being relived, due to the heavy loses of my squads. I am the lone survivor so I am allowed to go home. I have no home. This is my home this trench. But they are making me go, to nothing. Good bye once again, for the last, final time.
Propaganda Article:
This propaganda poster is obviously aimed at getting recruits, and more than likely colonists of Britain. It uses patriotic appeals to get younger men to join the military, by its catchy slogan about the lions. This poster would be very convincing to a young man in a British colony because it shows that Britain cares about her colonies and would defend them if they helped to defend her.